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If anyone is planning on taking a walk this evening, they should take caution. Someone has been murdered on the outskirts of the forest.
[Police Filter // Unhackable]
I haven't had a chance to examine the body closely, but the victim is a young woman. I found her on the eastern outskirts of the forest. She was hanging from a tree by her small intestine and, judging from the number of injuries she sustained prior to her death, I suspect torture was a strong motivation. The body appeared to be exsanguinated.
A more complete forensic report will be made available to anyone interested once I've analyzed the trace evidence recovered from the body. I don't believe, however, that this is the work of a repeat offender
[End Filter]
Business aside... is anyone unoccupied? I'm not opposed to the idea of company.
Lan's gone. I don't know why I'm so bothered by his departure. Maybe the last few curses have been to blame. I don't like having my memories made public, particularly when those memories show how weak I am.
Before, when Richard and I were alive, I would have been ashamed. I would have denied my weaknesses publicly as I privately attempted to burn them away. Now... now what? While I'm far from proud of my own human weakness, it's not a source of shame. I don't know what to think about anything anymore, but I feel that weakness is an integral part of the human spirit (using the term 'spirit' loosely). Being human involves more than strength and power and will.
Humanity requires kindness. I don't think I realized that before.
Kindness, in turn, seems to involve a weakness, but it's not one that I want to give up. Although my philosophical ideas have become confused, I'm more certain than ever that I can do something significant with myself--even now, even dead. Even without Richard. I can mean something on my own.
Revelations aside, I'm still unhappy. Loneliness seems to be amplified in the City; it never bothered me this much at home. Maybe I should blame that on Richard, too. He was always around, even when I didn't want him to be. Especially when I didn't want him to be. There's no one like him here. No one who really understands. Road is Road, Abby has all of her friends and Carlos, and Shilo... I don't know. I think she would listen, but I forget what I want to say when I talk to her.
Between the rebellion against the deities and tonight's murder, I hope to be distracted enough to forgo thinking. I would like to spend time with someone tonight, though... I've been alone so often that I almost feel unreal.
I wonder if the dead can disappear. If no one can see or hear us, and no one thinks about us, do we fade?
[Police Filter // Unhackable]
I haven't had a chance to examine the body closely, but the victim is a young woman. I found her on the eastern outskirts of the forest. She was hanging from a tree by her small intestine and, judging from the number of injuries she sustained prior to her death, I suspect torture was a strong motivation. The body appeared to be exsanguinated.
A more complete forensic report will be made available to anyone interested once I've analyzed the trace evidence recovered from the body. I don't believe, however, that this is the work of a repeat offender
[End Filter]
Business aside... is anyone unoccupied? I'm not opposed to the idea of company.
Lan's gone. I don't know why I'm so bothered by his departure. Maybe the last few curses have been to blame. I don't like having my memories made public, particularly when those memories show how weak I am.
Before, when Richard and I were alive, I would have been ashamed. I would have denied my weaknesses publicly as I privately attempted to burn them away. Now... now what? While I'm far from proud of my own human weakness, it's not a source of shame. I don't know what to think about anything anymore, but I feel that weakness is an integral part of the human spirit (using the term 'spirit' loosely). Being human involves more than strength and power and will.
Humanity requires kindness. I don't think I realized that before.
Kindness, in turn, seems to involve a weakness, but it's not one that I want to give up. Although my philosophical ideas have become confused, I'm more certain than ever that I can do something significant with myself--even now, even dead. Even without Richard. I can mean something on my own.
Revelations aside, I'm still unhappy. Loneliness seems to be amplified in the City; it never bothered me this much at home. Maybe I should blame that on Richard, too. He was always around, even when I didn't want him to be. Especially when I didn't want him to be. There's no one like him here. No one who really understands. Road is Road, Abby has all of her friends and Carlos, and Shilo... I don't know. I think she would listen, but I forget what I want to say when I talk to her.
Between the rebellion against the deities and tonight's murder, I hope to be distracted enough to forgo thinking. I would like to spend time with someone tonight, though... I've been alone so often that I almost feel unreal.
I wonder if the dead can disappear. If no one can see or hear us, and no one thinks about us, do we fade?